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Grandest goes to a special event

FirstImage may contain: 3 people, people smiling, people standing, suit and shoesFirst she was a teeny munchkin sleeping in my office as I wrote. Then I’d wheel her in the carriage and teach her about the wonders of nature. Then she was up to mischief emptying drawers, climbing out of her crib, racing out of the room, a fight to the finish.

Now she plays basketball, has her own mind about so many things and here she’s dressed so pretty with the soon to be bride and groom. Meet Nadia and Anthony.

Life is splendid , isn’t it? Enjoy every moment we are given.

Love to all, Charmaine

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Short story part 3

After that, it was Joyce and Bob, Bob and Joyce. Seldom was one without the other. What a team! They were everyone’s touchstone. Envious coup[es looked at them in wonder. First, a friendship blossomed and later on, love was added.

The Korean conflict came. It was called a police action, then why didn’t they send cops? Bob went into the aviation cadet program and became a pilot. Letters flew back and forth from Chicago and Joyecy was too revealing how she felt, She would reveal small fragments to her mom. Her mom said, “If he ‘s declaring all this passion for you, dear daughter, I can only guess what your  writing to him.”

Sarah’s face would flush. Those were the days when chastity was a highlly regarded commodiity. Good girls didn’t, bad girls didn’t.

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Short Story part 2

There he was hanging out with his pals, with no inkling his future was about to be determined. Joyce hurried over to him with only a few minutes to spare before the bell rang. She knocked on his chest to get his attentention, She said, “Hi ,I’m Joyce Cooper. My sorority dance is a week from Saturday. I’d like you to be my date.”

He smiled and then smiled even wider when he checked out this girl who showed up out of nowhere.

“Okay.” And then he said, “What’s your name again?”.

More to follow tomorrow

A love letter to my lost one

We were the best couple ever, always loving and together since high school. Our motto was Marriage is one long conversation. And it was. We had our children, lost two, the Air Force years were remarkable. I was so proud of you, my handsome pilot. Civilian life proved to be tough but we made it, always talking things over, figuring out life’s problems together. The older boys chose to play guitars just as you did. Lessons, the basement arranged for their instruments and then a new era began. The seventies, the dawning of Aquarius, girls stopped wearing bras, and marijuana spread through the schools. We didn’t know it would also spread into our home. Life changed drastically as you went off to work and I was left at home with two little ones and two teens out of control.

My love, they never changed, our older children. After that , it became us, the small kids, and them. A few years later, your heart required a pacemaker. From then on you listened to your heart and forgot about me. Thirty seven years of happiness and suddenly, I was alone with a houseful of kids. You had a fever that wouldn’t go down. Doctor put you in the hospital for examination. After a few days of visiting, we sat together so sad life had changed for us. You looked at me the old way, so dear and loving, and said, “I love you.” We kissed and said goodbye.

2:30 in the morning the doctor called. Hurry, he said. By the time I arrived , you were gone.

How can I express the loss of my dearest? I can’t and it was a long time ago. So I say, “Happy Birthday wherever you are.”

My question is you were 56 when I lost you and I have aged. Have you or are you the same hale and hearty kind of guy I met in high school and we fell in love.

P.S. The older sons abandoned me after taking all the money you left to give me a comfortable life. All gone and so are they. Bad words to them from you and me.

Our two younger kids are all grown-up. Our son is married to an extraordinary woman, a fabulous artist. He continues with his artistic life of performing. They live in Denmark. Our beautiful girl grew up to be a teacher and the dearest daughter. We have a granddaughter you would love to pieces, she’s so smart and delightful. She’s nine and plays on a basketball team. You should see her guard. Or maybe you do. I wonder.

I had a bad fall and daughter and granddaughter saved my life. It’s been a difficult time, my love.

Taking care of Stray Dogs at the Shelter

A few years ago, these two beauties were best friends. Yesterday, daughter took them to the shelter where she walks caged dogs to help out. The girls jumped in to lather peanut butter on dog biscuits. Friendship revisited. They giggled and beamed, dog lovers, both of them just like my daughter who is a teacher but makes sure the dogs are walked on a daily basis. There are a bunch of folks who take the time to help out at the shelter.  I’m so proud of my daughter and grandest and her pal. Basketball season begins very

Basketball season begins very soon. How I love to watch grandest play.

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